me.

“Ms. Avery,” he said evenly, “would you like me to proceed?”

The room froze.

Vanessa’s smile flickered uncertainly. “Ms. Avery?”

I gave a small nod.

“Proceed.”

For the first time all night, Vanessa looked unsure of herself.

It was not a flattering look.

Mr. Harlan walked calmly onto the stage and picked up the microphone Vanessa abandoned moments earlier.continue reading …

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